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honeyhotteoks · 1 year ago

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hey chai!! tysm for the 4 updates I loved it so much,, I hope everything is going well for you because I'm sure your writing is helping a lot of us <33 anyways I'm curious about your thoughts about everyone scents including woosanhwa I don't know if you've stated it and I just missed it but yea I hope you have a great day as always and remember to drink water!! <33

oh thank you so much!!! all of their scents are subtly included, but some are more obvious than others for sure. here's a little break down of all our main characters and their scent notes, but as a note.... scents change a bit depending on who's breathing it in and scents change with emotions or biological shifts. i include some thoughts about that below too! --

reader: chamomile tea, willow sap, & honey; when reader is in heat or aroused, the honey scent is much stronger, and when she's feeling really upbeat, joyful, there's hints of clean lemon zest. the willow is subtle, but a little sharp in it's medicinal almost wintergreen scent, it's one of those smells that you either love or you hate, but mingi and yunho both love.* when she's afraid, her scent turns bitter like over-steeped tea. if reader were to be pregnant, her scent would turn a little milkier, like tea with sweet cream and honey. yunho: rain / wet earth, cedar, & clarysage; when yunho is trying to comfort reader or draw her in with his scent, it's much more of a true petrichor / wet earth scent. when he's aroused or in a rut the cedar is stronger and more masculine, but underneath both of those tones is a bit of a sweeter/herbal tone with the sage. to reader, his scent really pulls like a comforting childhood memory that makes her feel safe and secure. mingi: dark chocolate, cinnamon & pink peppercorn; when mingi is angry, aroused, or in a heightened emotional state the cinnamon really shines for him, but when he's in a calmer or comforting state it's more chocolate and cocoa. the pink peppercorn is something that is only really caught when you're close, something undefinable that enhances the sweetness and the spice, but is undeniably mingi. seonghwa: freshly brewed coffee, jasmine, & pear; seonghwa to me lives in a beautiful space between masculine and feminine energy and his alpha scent is reflective of that. warm and strong coffee is ever present, but jasmine really comes forwards with those he's comfortable with or aroused by. pear is sweeter and more decadent and comes to the front when he's with san especially. san: jasmine, sandalwood, & oakmoss; san and seonghwa's scents are intentionally complimentary, but san's scent undertones are more masculine and 'alpha' like compared to his jasmine top note. he's floral and fresh, bright and energizing, but a scent that deepens in masculine complexity the closer you are to him. when he's comfortable and relaxed, the warmth and natural notes of oakmoss are more present. wooyoung: linen, salt, & green apple; wooyoung's scent is fresh and bright, evoking something clean and summery. when he's in heat, the apple scent turns a bit caramelized and sweet, but normally his scent is more even and calming with the linen and salt being forward in tone. to reader, his scent also calls to mind a memory more than distinct scents, and she and others often associate his unique blend with the last days of summer sun in august.

*note on reader's scent: admittedly, my inspiration for reader's scent was directly taken from one of my favorite books, a discovery of witches by deborah harkness. the full quote is below because i think it's so lovely and this line often gets stuck in my head:

"You smell of willow sap. And chamomile that has been crushed underfoot. There's honeysuckle and fallen oak leaves, too, along with witch hazel blooming and the first narcissus of spring. And ancient things - horehound, frankincense, lady's mantle. Scents I thought I'd forgotten."

#answered anon #tnt ask #no one asked for ALL this detail but this is what my fic outlines look like so #welcome LMAO #also you'll notice none of her alphas have an orange or overtly citrus scent #that's very intentionally because minseok smells like orange peel #and our girl does NOT like his alpha scent #even before he did what he did it's just not an appealing scent to her in the same way

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leehopehocarat · 1 year ago

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You make my World Freeze 💙✨💫🫂

Chapter 1 | Mr. & Mrs. Tastebuds

When one of your names is said in conversation, a beaming smile is sure to follow on each of your faces...

You and Han Jisung are best friends, soulmates, the literal Ying to each other's Yang.

But could you be more than that.....

Synopsis: Sarice had moved to Korea to continue to pursue an education at one of the best Universities there. Like any other day, she walks into the local cafe to get her regular "unique" order. When it turns out, it's not just unique to you, but to The 4th Gen Ace himself, Han Jisung; who just so happened to be standing next to her taking his order at the same time as you. From there a friendship bloomed, but other feelings trickled in that may put a thorn in her relationship with him.

Sarice and Han Jisung

When one of their names are said by the other, or by someone else in conversation, a smile that beams brighter than actual light itself appears on each of their faces.

I had moved to Korea years ago to start university and begin pursuing an education in Korean History and language. Growing up in a place like NYC, discovering new cultures was a norm. But my love for learning and my naturally inquistive nature led me to being fascinated with details about any culture, and what made it unique.

So I decided after gaining a degree in Anthropology, it was time to go global. And Korea was number 1 on my list.

Now, I have been a fan of K Pop since 2NE1. CL stole my heart and I wouldn't even attempt to try to get it back from her. Then there was Shinee, Big Bang, Girls Generation, 4 Minute...... the list goes on!

As of today, my Ult Groups are Stray Kids, BTS, Ateez, and Seventeen. I found each of these groups in times in my life where I truly felt it was destiny for me to find them when I did. And for that reason, they all hold special places in my heart.

It was almost the end of my first year in uni. I was honestly expecting myself to struggle a lot, but I managed to pass my classes enough to keep my A- average!

I had gotten an earlier than usual start to my day to make sure I had a bit of extra time to just sit and chill at my new found favorite cafe. It's also conveniently a block away from campus, so it's a win win for me.

I walk inside the cafe and get hit with lavender, cinnamon, and ground coffee in my nostrils. I never get tired of feeling like I'm stepping into a quaint cottage with those scents in the air. Brick walls, stained cedar wood tile floors with matching tables and chairs, and an endless rotation of tropical plants. The cafe screams comfort corner, and it's why it's become my favorite.

I make my way to the cashier and am greeted by Lisa, who always somehow manages to be the one to be at the register when I come in the cafe and place my order. But I ain't complaining, cause I swear she put's magic in the Hazelnut Cold Brews when I order them. She's around my height (5'10"), an asymmetrical bob cut with a shego green color dye, and a slim built. She has a sweet and genuine smile, cause she really loves her job and it shows.

As if by a freak accident, as I'm telling my order to Lisa, a deep but soft voice says word for word my exact same order. It legit took me a moment to realize that my voice wasn't doubled but that there was someone next to me placing their order at the same time I was.

I stare bug eyed at Lisa and I was legit frozen. My social cues went out the window as my anxiety started kicking in. Lisa flashed a reassuring smile and gently motioned her head to the side, signaling for me to turn and look at whoever it was next to me. I took a shuddered deep breathe, and slowly turned to the left to get a look at who apparently, has the same taste in food as me. It was a man. Chocolate brown frays of hair were peeking out from under a black beanie. Black/Brown boba eyes that shined like the reflection of light off a creek in spring time. Cheeks that just made me want to pinch them, they were round and looked so soft (I didn't by the way, even though I REALLY wanted to). He wore an oversized, baggy, black distressed shirt, paired with baggy, flared bottom jeans, and chunky platform converse. My eyes made their way back up to his face, and I realized who I was standing in front of.

Han FUCKING Jisung!

1/3 of 3racha, the production, rapline and Ace of Stray Kids.

I was internally screaming!!

I didn't realize how zoned out I was until a small, deep toned chuckle left his lips.

"I-I I'm sorry. I-I just didn't t-think someone would have the same taste in coffee as me." I somehow manage to get those words out my lips, and I'm mentally slapping myself on the forehead for my stupid stuttering. My eyes went straight to the floor that I wish would just swallow me up at this point.

"Well......" He says with a pause. My head shoots up to see him looking at me with the warmest smile. "That just means we have superior taste buds." He had such a reassuring look in his eyes, that it melted away any bit of embarrasment that was settling in my body. With that, a small smile appears on my face.

"Well Mr. Superior Taste Buds......" I reach my hand over to grab my order from off the counter, that was actually sitting there ready for a few minutes already. "I have a bit of time to spare and would love to hear your take on food, care to join me?" My smile widens and I give him a wink. I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE FUCK THE WINK CAME FROM, BUT A BITCH WAS BEING BOLD THAT DAY.

His eyebrows shoot up and his eyes slightly widen at my sudden showing of boldness. He was quite impressed and deep down inside thankful that she made the first move, cause his heart was RACING.

A small smirk comes across his face. Keeping eye contact with me, he reaches his hand out to pick up his order from the counter. "That would be nice, Mrs. Superior Taste Buds." He winks back at me and puts his hand out for me to grab it.

AXZVXBHEJHOESHVKJSGHR

WHAT DO YOU MEAN MRS.?!?!???!?!

With no hesitation, my hand finds it's way to his. As our palms touch, a warmth surged through my body and my cheeks felt hot. Now me being a black woman, I don't usually have a visible blush.

BUT BABY............ THIS MAN HAD ME MELTING

His thumb gently rubbed over my fingers and knuckles. "I'll take you to my favorite table to sit at." He turns towards the back of the cafe leading the way. I turn my head to quickly steal a look at Lisa who was SHOOK at what just happened in front of her eyes. "WE'RE TALKING ABOUT THIS TOMORROW" she silently mouths to me, and I give her a quick thumbs up, turning my head and my attention back to Han.

From that day at the cafe to 3 years later. I'm in my last year at university and best friends with Han Jisung.

Life has been nothing short of amazing, especially with gaining 7 brothers, aka the other members of Stray Kids. If I'm not hanging out with Han, I'm on facetime with Channie as he's in the studio and I'm studying, spamming Lee Know with Cat memes, roasting red carpet celebrity looks with I.N, having a personalized gym routine made by Changbin and having him occasionally join me in working out, trading obscure recipes with Felix and trying them out together, dance practice video calls with Hyunjin, and Seungmin volunteering himself to be my tutor while he tells me random Korean history facts. Needless to say, these boys have added so much to my life. But with that, there's a burden I've been carrying the whole time.

Han being an idol has its challenges, but we've created a system that still allows us to have quality time with each other. Today is one of the days where I get to chill with him in the studio. What he doesn't know is that I've surprised him with his favorite, his go to order from the cafe that we met at, along with a slice of chocolate cheesecake.

I make my way into the JYP building and greet the different staff members I bump into on the way to the floor the studio he's in is on. I finally make it to the elevator and immediately slump against the wall, a groan of a held in sigh leaves my mouth.

I've been in love with Han Jisung since we met in that damn cafe. It's grown into an overflowing bucket that always tries to make itself known when I'm around him, but I put a lid on it.

I really did try not to fall in love as quickly as I did but..... can you blame me?!?!?!

He laughs with his whole body but makes sure to land gentle touches on me when I'm sitting next to him during one of his laughing fits.

His eyes put fairy lights to shame, when he talks about anything he's passionate about. And it's always followed by deep conversations that I adore.

And he just always knows how I'm feeling; He's fucking psychic I swear!

He knows when to hold my hand, caress my cheek and brush strands of hair out of my face.

AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON HIS HUGS!

Time stops whenever I'm in his arms. He's my safe place.

On nights like tonight, I usually just sit in silence in the background working on assignments, while he's working on a song. Being in silence together is probably one of my favorite things I do with him. But tonight, if there is silence after my plan of pouring out my heart to him..... then I hope to God the earth actually swallows me whole this time.

Hey Guys!

This is my first time writing a story like this, and I'm honestly proud of myself for taking a step into trying something new for myself.

This story was inspired by a Character AI chat I actually have for Han, lol

I accept constructive criticism but rudeness will not be tolerated!

I hope you all enjoyed the story!

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@adestayskz

@semi-semiisbae

@guqsnfics

#stray kids #kpop #skz #han jisung #han jisung x reader #han jisung fanfic #original character #friendship #strangers to lovers #friends to lovers #han jisung x female reader #Han Jisung Idol #college student #University #college romance #hidden feelings

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nwbeerguide · 2 years ago

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Ferment Brewing announces their first-ever lineup of year-around releases, including 12° Pils and India Pale Ale.

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May 23, 2023 — Today Ferment Brewing announces its first-ever lineup of year round beers in cans — a selection of five fan favorite beers. The two newest-to-can offerings, 12° Pils and India Pale Ale, are also the first recipes Brewmaster Dan Peterson wrote for Ferment and remain his favorites. Joining them are three well-loved beers previously available as rotating seasonals — Hana Pils, Lost in Fragaria, and Nitro Dry Stout.

Each can in the year-round lineup is digitally printed, as Ferment has officially made the switch from labeled cans in order to reduce the brewery’s environmental impact; printed labels can cause issues with the recyclability of aluminum cans.

“Each of these beers are special to me in their own way so this is a really exciting moment for me and our team,” said Dan Peterson. “Nitro Stout, 12° Pils and the India Pale Ale are beers that I opened the brewery with and the latter two are finally getting their time to shine in cans. Hana Pils and Lost in Fragaria were more experimental and I wasn’t sure how’d they do, but the recipes turned out fantastic and their popularity continues to grow. I’m really happy that now drinkers around the Pacific Northwest can grab these beers year round no matter where they live.”

12° Pils is a Czech-style lager with malted barley from Bohemia, harmonized with Saaz hops from Czechia, and naturally soft, pure spring water from the base of Mt. Hood. In addition to new 16oz can 4-packs, Ferment’s taproom is now serving the beer in Czech-style mugs from side pull tap for a smoother pour and foamier head.

India Pale Ale is carefully crafted and left unfiltered to fully express a medley of ingredients from England and the Pacific Northwest. Rahr malt, Simpson malt, and wheat form a base that is biscuity and lightly sweet. A dry hopping of Cascade, Crystal, and Mosaic hops come together with East Kent Golding and Fuggle hops to impart an herbaceous and complex aroma of peach, tangerine, and red cedar without being buried by bitterness.

Brewed with toasted rice for a slight nuttiness, Hana Pils is a Japanese-style rice lager with flavor layers of wildflower, fruit blossom, and melon. This crisp and clean lager clocks in at 4.8% ABV and is available in 12oz 6-pack cans.

Lost in Fragaria is a bright pink, full-bodied sour ale, bursting with 28 pounds of Oregon strawberries per barrel and a subtle dry-hop charge of Hull Melon hops. This deliciously refreshing beer is 5.6% and available in 12oz 6-pack cans.

Nitro Dry Stout, Dan Peterson’s favorite shift beer, is a 4.5% ABV easy sipper with a delicate roast quality, inspired by the midnight black ales of Dublin. Give the 16oz can a decent shake before pouring into a tall glass for a beautiful cascading nitro effect.

All five beers are available throughout Ferment’s distribution channels in Oregon and Washington.

About Ferment Brewing Co. Ferment Brewing Co. opened in 2018 as a 20-barrel brewery and tasting room overlooking the Columbia River in Hood River, Oregon. Born out of an appreciation for the art of fermentation, the company prides itself in providing a modern brewery and tasting room experience that fuses traditional farmhouse techniques with a forward-thinking scientific approach. Ferment offers a unique family of beers and kombucha that tap the wild terrain of the Columbia River Gorge for inspiration. For more information, visit https://www.fermentbrewing.com/

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from Northwest Beer Guide - News - The Northwest Beer Guide https://bit.ly/3MWqUaX

#Craft Beer #Beer #News

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natmcdonald · 5 months ago

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⌜ maia reficco, cis - woman, she/her,��⌟ welcome back to hogwarts, NATALIE MCDONALD ! according to your file, you’re a TWENTY TWO year old HALF BLOOD. as i’m sure you remember, last spring had its challenges, but i’m confident you’ll take your studies more seriously this year. as a FIFTH year GRYFFINDOR, focusing on HERBOLOGY, you’ve got a lot on your plate. our records show that you're PASSIONATE and CONFIDENT however, they seem to have left off that you're JUDGMENTAL and IRASCIBLE. if i’m correct, you’re siding with THE LIGHT, which makes sense considering you’re known around the castle for cheap sunglasses masking warm brown eyes with blown pupils ; an unexpected american accent ; doing stick n poke tattoos on yourself and your house mates ; cannabis smoke mingling with fresh brewed coffee ; a hidden stash of reese's peanut butter cups. let’s hope you make it through the year in one piece.

STATISTICS.

B A S I C S .

full name … natalie gabriella serrano mcdonald nickname(s) … nat, natty. dob … october 29th, 2002. age … twenty two. gender … cis - woman. pronouns … she/her. sexuality … lesbian. relationship status … single religion … atheist. education … hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

H E A L T H .

preferred hand … right. blood type … o-. allergies ... n/a. physical … pretty unhealthy. smokes too much ( rather cigarettes or weed ), eats unhealthy food, doesn't exercise nearly enough. mental …depression. social … is pretty social, she's a bit of a party girl, so she enjoys being around lots of people.

P E R S O N A L I T Y .

positive … passionate, confident, gregarious, dutiful, loyal. negative … judgmental, irascible, boisterous, heedless, vindictive. habits … biting her nails ( when they don't have acrylics on them ), tucking her hair behind her ears when nervous, cracking neck from side to side, tapping her pencil rhythmically on hard surfaces when studying. likes … weed, yoga, surfing, dogs, reptiles, mexican hot chocolate, gardening, muggle tv & movies from her childhood. dislikes … injustice, bullying, hypocrites, betrayal, authority figures, wet socks, people wearing their shoes / outside clothes in her bedroom area. fears … large bodies of water. tropes … big sister instinct, badass bookworm, reluctant hero.

F A M I L Y.

camila reyes mcdonald ; ( mother - muggle , 39, deceased ) antonio serrano ; ( father - pureblood, 44, retired auror ) cami reyes mcdonald ; ( sister - muggle, 20, student ) santiago reyes mcdonald ; ( brother - muggle?, 16, student ) lucia reyes mcdonald ; ( sister - muggle?, 10, student ) catalina reyes mcdonald ; ( sister - muggle?, 8, student ) santana reyes mcdonald ; ( white lipped python, 2 )

A P P E A R A N C E .

faceclaim … maia reficco. face … a heart-shaped face with high cheekbones and a defined jawline. Her eyes are large and almond-shaped, often highlighted with a subtle touch of makeup that accentuates their natural depth. her eyebrows are full and well-arched, adding a touch of boldness to her expression. her nose is straight and well-proportioned, and her lips are full, with a defined cupid's bow, often seen with a natural or slightly glossy finish. her complexion is warm, with a healthy glow. hair … mid back length, dark brown with a bleach blonde money piece (sometimes dyed unnatural colors like pink or blue ), often in mermaid waves. body … 5'4 , petite build. style … click here for pinterest board. misc … lots of small stick n poke tattoos ( as well as professional small tattoos ) on her arms, similar to this. triple lobe piercings, tragus and orbital on left ear, cartilage and daith on right ear.

W I T C H C R A F T .

house … gryffindor. blood status … halfblood, raised as a muggle until age 15. boggart … her loved ones ( her siblings ) drowning. amortentia … fresh harvested cannabis, strawberry vodka, calvin klein cologne, horchata & tita candies. patronus … fire dwelling salamander. wand … cedar wood with a dragon core 12 ¾" and quite bendy flexibility. major … herbology. goals … right now her only goal is to graduate and move back to the states with her siblings eventually. maybe open a magical plant nursery. favorites … herbology, astronomy, potions, transfiguration. least favorites … muggle studies & ancient runes. extracurriculars … herbology club ( vice president ), wizarding wireless.

BIOGRAPHY.

drug addiction tw, alcohol addiction mention tw, overdose tw, death of a parent tw.

born in stockton, california to a single mother, camila reyes mcdonald, natalie serrano mcdonald is the oldest of five children. while natalie never knew her father, her other siblings were blessed ( or cursed, rather ) with the knowledge that their father was much like their mother, an alcoholic who dabbled in hard drugs. once nat was old enough to care for herself, at the ripe old age of 9, the little care they received from their mother became almost as non-existent as their respective fathers involvements in their lives.

the one escape for natalie was school. while she grew up extremely poor, when it came to academics she was extremely gifted. she excelled in a majority of her classes, especially math and science. while her academics were great, she didn't have many friends. coming from a family below the poverty line mixing with the cruelness of children... didn't exactly make it easy for her to make friends, but she was extremely loyal to those that she had.

high school was proving to be difficult for nat, an influx of classes, which weren't so difficult... but classes as well as caring for her younger siblings, all while juggling a part time job and taking care of their drunk mother ( when she decided to come home ) was a lot for a teenager. three weeks after her fifteenth birthday, natalie's mother was found unconscious in a local park after an overdose. after three days in the local i.c.u. she passed.

while natalie felt more... indifferent than anything, her younger siblings were crushed. for two weeks nat took care of everything, the same way she had for years before their mother had passed. but after these two weeks everything in natalie's life turned upside down with a simple knock on their door. a tall man, vaguely familiar stood upon their modest stoop, claiming to be her father.

while natalie's first instinct was the slam the door in his face, his odd clothes and accent made her curious. when he explained to her that he was there to take her back to wales with him and all of her siblings. already in shock at the fact that this obviously wealthy ( yet very unusual ) man was not only her father, but willing to take in her and her four siblings to another country, he dropped the biggest bomb one could drop ; the fact that she was a witch. nat laughed in his face but after he whipped out a wand and made their ratty old sofa float... she didn't really have a choice in believing him. he also explained that while her siblings were muggles, he would still take care of them at his manor ( "holy shit a manor?" ) in wales.

once in wales, nat bonded with her new father, and fell in love with the magical plants of this new world of hers. he explained to her that when she was around 17/18 her powers would likely manifest, and she would be sent to a wizarding school called hogwarts, where she could eventually choose an area of study - one choice being herbology or the study of magical plants. at 17 her magic started to come in and she was sent to hogwarts where she was sorted into gryffindor, the same house her father himself was sorted into. now in her fifth year at hogwarts, and following the death of cedric diggory the year before, nat has always known that her loyalties were to the light, and nothing has changed that.

HEADCANONS.

she secretly grows weed on campus ( in a hidden area, veiled by several charms ) and sells it to her peers. she doesn't like to drink often because of her mothers addiction, but is always down to smoke instead, and is usually very generous with her weed.

doesn't take her position of vice president of the herbology club very seriously most of the time, but will if she has to.

often gives herself stick n poke tattoos, and is known for giving them to her house mates as well.

has a white lipped python named santana ( named after santana lopez from glee ) which probably scares most of her dorm mates.

at the beginning of every year she is known for bringing in large amounts of american candy that isn't accessible where they are. her favorite is reese's, and she is very reluctant to share.

often wears acrylic / gel x nails that she does herself, as this was the career field she was planning on going into as a muggle. it's not uncommon for her dorm / house mates to ask her to do their nails for them.

her friends back home in california think she is away at a college in europe and often send her letters and gifts.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

ride or die / bestie. gryffindor squad. customers. friends with benefits. hook ups. exes on good terms. exes on bad terms. enemy. frenemy. rival. anything you think could fit!

#( introduction ! / * 𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒶𝓁𝒾𝑒 𝓂𝒸𝒹𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒹. )#im.intro #i had no idea how to end this so it kinda just is blah and it's kind of trash but u get the jist of her

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chorusfm · 9 months ago

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20 Years of Tears Tour

Hawthorne Heights have announced a 20 years of tears tour. Thursday, Armor for Sleep, Saosin, Cartel, Anberlin (and some others) will be on select dates. Tour Dates June 22 Stateline, NV Lake Tahoe Is For Lovers * June 23 Salt Lake City, UT Granary Live June 24 Denver, CO Ogden Theatre June 27 Milwaukee, WI Milwaukee Summerfest June 28 Chicago, IL The Salt Shed June 29 Grand Rapids, MI Intersection Outdoors June 30 Cleveland Heights, OH Cain Park July 1 Detroit, MI The Fillmore July 3 Charleston, SC The Refinery July 6 Clearwater, FL The BayCare Sound July 7 Pompano Beach, FL Pompano Beach Amphitheater July 9 Atlanta, GA The Eastern July 10 Greenville, SC The Foundry July 11 Asheville, NC Salvage Station July 13 Charleston, WV West Virginia Is For Lovers * July 14 Pittsburgh, PA Stage AE July 16 Silver Spring, MD The Fillmore July 17 Wallingford, CT The Dome at Oakdale July 20 Manteo, NC OBX Is For Lovers * July 21 Charlotte, NC The Fillmore July 23 Knoxville, TN The Back Alley at Creekside July 24 Nashville, TN Skydeck July 25 Fort Wayne, IN The Clyde Theatre July 27 Sauget, IL Pop’s Is For Lovers * July 28 Rogers, AR The Walmart Amphitheater August 3 Hot Springs, AR Magic Springs Theme Park August 8 St. Augustine, FL The St. Augustine Amphitheatre August 9 Orlando, FL House of Blues August 10 Pensacola, FL The Handlebar Outdoors August 12 New Orleans, LA The Fillmore August 13 Katy, TX Home Run Dugout August 14 Austin, TX Stubb’s Waller Creek Amphitheater August 16 Kansas City, MO Uptown Theater August 17 Eau Claire, WI Reverb Music Festival August 18 Superior, WI Earth Rider Fest Grounds August 19 Fargo, ND Outdoors at Fargo Brewing August 21 Green Bay, WI Epic Event Center August 22 Cedar Rapids, IA McGrath Amphitheatre August 24 Council Bluffs, IA Iowa Is For Lovers * August 26 Dallas, TX Toyota Music Factory August 27 San Antonio, TX Sunken Garden Theater August 28 Lubbock, TX Lonestar Events Center August 31 Los Angeles, CA California Is For Lovers * September 1 Phoenix, AZ The Van Buren September 2 Albuquerque, NM Revel September 5 Memphis, TN Minglewood Hall September 7 Cincinnati, OH Ohio Is For Lovers * September 8 Pickering, OH Pickering Casino Resort September 10 Bangor, ME Cross Insurance Center September 11 Sayreville, NJ Starland Ballroom September 12 New York, NY Palladium Times Square September 13 Harrisburg, PA XL Live Southside Stage September 14 Wayland, NY FOrX Summer Stage September 15 Worcester, MA The Palladium Tour Dates by Band June 23 to July 10 Hawthorne Heights/I See Stars/Anberlin Armor For Sleep Emery/This Wild Life July 11 Hawthorne Heights/Anberlin Armor For Sleep Stick To Your Guns/This Wild Life July 14, 17-28 Hawthorne Heights/Thursday/Anberlin Armor For Sleep Stick To Your Guns/This Wild Life July 16 Hawthorne Heights/Anberlin Armor For Sleep Stick To Your Guns/This Wild Life August 9-22 Hawthorne Heights/Thursday/Anberlin Armor For Sleep Emery/This Wild Life August 26-28 Hawthorne Heights/Thursday/Anberlin Cartel Emery/This Wild Life September 1-5 Hawthorne Heights/Saosin/Anberlin Cartel Stick To Your Guns/This Wild Life September 10-15 Hawthorne Heights/Anberlin/Cartel Stick To Your Guns Emery/This Wild Life --- Please consider becoming a member so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/news/20-years-of-tears-tour/

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kavyaorganicfarm · 9 months ago

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Dwarf Yaupon Holly: A Petite Evergreen Treasure

Title: Dwarf Yaupon Holly: A Petite Evergreen Treasure

Word Count: 802

Tucked away in gardens and landscapes across the southern United States, the Dwarf Yaupon Holly stands as a petite yet captivating evergreen treasure. With its compact size, glossy foliage, and versatility, this ornamental shrub has become a favorite among gardeners seeking year-round interest and low-maintenance beauty.

1. Introduction to Dwarf Yaupon Holly:

The Dwarf Yaupon Holly, botanically known as Ilex vomitoria 'Nana,' is a diminutive cultivar of the native Yaupon Holly. Unlike its larger counterparts, which can reach heights of up to 20 feet, the Dwarf Yaupon Holly typically stays between 2 to 3 feet tall, making it ideal for small gardens, borders, and container plantings.

2. Physical Characteristics:

Despite its small stature, the Dwarf Yaupon Holly boasts an abundance of attractive features. Its dense, compact form is adorned with small, ovate leaves that have a glossy, dark green hue, providing year-round interest and texture to the landscape. In the fall and winter, this holly produces small, bright red berries that add a pop of color to the winter garden and serve as a valuable food source for birds.

3. Versatility in Landscape Design:

One of the greatest assets of the Dwarf Yaupon Holly is its versatility in landscape design. Whether used as a low hedge, border plant, accent specimen, or foundation planting, this compact shrub lends itself well to various gardening styles and themes. Its small size makes it particularly well-suited for urban gardens, courtyard landscapes, and small residential yards where space is limited.

4. Low-Maintenance Requirements:

For busy gardeners seeking plants that require minimal care, the Dwarf Yaupon Holly is an excellent choice. This hardy shrub is tolerant of a wide range of soil types, including sandy, loamy, and clay soils, and thrives in full sun to partial shade. Once established, it is drought-tolerant and requires little to no supplemental watering, making it an ideal option for low-water landscapes and xeriscaping projects. Additionally, its compact growth habit eliminates the need for frequent pruning, although occasional shaping may be desired to maintain a neat appearance.

5. Wildlife Benefits:

In addition to its aesthetic appeal, the Dwarf Yaupon Holly provides valuable benefits to wildlife. The bright red berries produced by this shrub are highly attractive to birds, including robins, bluebirds, and cedar waxwings, who feed on them during the winter months when food sources may be scarce. By incorporating Dwarf Yaupon Hollies into the landscape, gardeners can attract and support a diverse array of bird species, contributing to the overall biodiversity of their gardens.

6. Cultural Significance:

Beyond its horticultural attributes, the Yaupon Holly holds cultural significance in Native American and early American history. Native American tribes utilized the leaves and stems of the Yaupon Holly to brew a caffeinated beverage known as "black drink," which was consumed during ceremonial rituals. Early European settlers also recognized the value of the Yaupon Holly, using it as a substitute for tea during times of scarcity. Today, the Dwarf Yaupon Holly serves as a living tribute to this rich cultural heritage, connecting contemporary gardeners to the land's history and traditions.

7. Landscape Maintenance Tips:

To ensure the health and vitality of Dwarf Yaupon Hollies in the landscape, gardeners should follow a few simple maintenance practices. Regular watering during the plant's first growing season will help establish a strong root system, after which the shrub will require minimal supplemental irrigation. Applying a layer of organic mulch around the base of the plant will help conserve soil moisture, suppress weed growth, and provide insulation during extreme temperatures. Additionally, an annual application of balanced fertilizer in the spring will promote healthy growth and abundant berry production.

8. Conclusion:

In conclusion, the Dwarf Yaupon Holly is a petite evergreen treasure that deserves a place in any garden or landscape. With its compact size, glossy foliage, and low-maintenance requirements, this versatile shrub offers year-round beauty and wildlife benefits without demanding excessive care. Whether used as a border plant, accent specimen, or foundation planting, the Dwarf Yaupon Holly adds charm and elegance to any outdoor space, while also paying homage to its cultural heritage and ecological importance. Truly, this diminutive shrub proves that great things come in small packages.

This article celebrates the charm and practicality of Dwarf Yaupon Holly, from its aesthetics to its cultural significance and low-maintenance nature. Let me know if there's anything you'd like to add or modify!

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comatosebunny09 · 2 years ago

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Jealous

By popular demand, I bring you a continuation of this.

Warnings: Sexual Assault, Sexual Harassment, Female Reader, Incredibly Mild Violence

Please enjoy! Thank you so much for reading!

Work is a welcome weight on your shoulders.

Brewing tea, stirring soup, wiping tables. Anything to keep the dissonance of your mind at bay. To disrupt the ever-present thoughts of one infuriatingly handsome demon slayer plaguing your mind.

Kyojuro’s features flit in and out of your memory. You wring the towel in your hands a little too harshly. Grit your teeth, snatching yourself away to tidy up another booth. The idea of him makes you feel positively nauseous.

You were once inseparable friends, the flame pillar having rescued your family from a band of errant demons some years ago. You’d stuck to him like glue since. Kept him company between missions and fed him until his belly was full to bursting.

Now, you’ve gone and mucked it all up, having sacrificed your dignity and companionship for a silly kiss.

Since that fateful night a month ago, you’ve avoided each other like a sickness. That starry evening you could still recall as if it happened mere moments ago when Kyojuro stole your breath and heart with his lips fastened to yours. Your mouth still tingles with the sensation. You battle the urge to touch it with your trembling fingers.

You had waited lifetimes for the blond to return your feelings, your affections for him having bloomed like flower buds amid the spring. It was impossible not to like him. He was always so kind and endearing. Bore a smile that rivaled the sunset, heart shimmering like diamonds. And you were sure he housed similar feelings for you, finally surrendering to the spell the evening had cast.

When he’d jerked away, the alarm in his eyes sent your heart careening to your feet. He looked at you like you were something sinful, making you feel misplaced in your skin. Kyojuro had pardoned himself from your presence without sparing you a second glance. Amid your flaring nerves, you had no idea that such an exchange would be your last as friends.

You’ve spoken to him sparingly since; your friendly encounters dwindled to dust. You’re still quite cordial, of course. Make way for good mornings and rigid smalltalk. Though, it’s all just a farce to keep your family from questioning the state of your relationship.

It’s impossible not to bump shoulders with said blond from time to time. Kyojuro is a regular amongst this side of town, frequenting your parents’ restaurant between missions and what-have-you’s. Things that you don’t care too much for now. He’s a passing phase, a distant memory—cursory entertainment to fill the void of your social life.

As a familiar, sparkling peal of laughter filters through the noren curtains at the entrance, you don’t bat an eye.

Kyojuro slinks in with a towering, silver-haired man in tow. Regards you with a curt nod and a ghostly smile, maneuvering past to take a seat closest to the kitchen. You never-mind how your heart hiccups in his presence. How your breath hitches and your muscles stiffen, Kyojuro’s alluring scent of scorched cedar and homely warmth overwhelming your senses.

You rap against the side of your skull with harsh knuckles, hoping to knock some sense into your muddled brain. Kyojuro is just another patron, and you will treat him as such. You square your shoulders, brows knit with determination. Toss your rag onto an empty table, hurriedly wiping your palms on your apron.

Kyojuro glances at you whilst you teeter towards the eccentric pair. For a moment, your gait stutters. You’d missed being the center of such an attentive gaze. Before you can complete your journey, another diner pilfers your attention.

You approach a table of four uproarious, burly men. You can only infer that they are drunk from the scent of sake singeing your nose. Between their leering grins and appraising whistles, you ignore the subtle tick of your brow, conjuring a welcoming smile.

“How can I help you?” you ask, your skin crawling in the presence of such a sleazy quartet.

It’s become second nature for you, enduring the lecherous stares and catcalls at your family’s restaurant. The four men take turns “complimenting” you with their slimy tongues, gradually delving through the layers of your yukata with their eyes.

You try to dodge their wandering hands as they attempt to grope you. One goes so far as to trap your wrist, hauling you down onto the table where dishes clatter noisily, scalding soup seeping through your clothing. Tears scorch the corners of your eyes, a wail lodging itself in your esophagus.

It isn’t until one particular weighted palm finds the cusp of your bottom that you hear a sharp crack of wood, a collective gasp befalling the room, and feel a wispy breeze caressing your flushed nape.

You are swiftly pulled onto your jelly legs, a glacial spike of fear coursing through your system at the possessive arm wrapped around your waist. You’ve barely any time to turn before the patron closest to the edge of the booth releases a pained squeal. You watch through squinted eyes, realizing that his hand is no longer on you. Instead, it is ensnared in a death grip by a more lithe one, veins jutting along its callused surface. You follow your rescuer’s appendage to its owner, one very peeved Rengoku Kyojuro standing beside you, glaring daggers into the quartet that had dared to harass you. His teeth gnash together behind tight lips, blood vessels spilling across his temple. Have you ever seen him this infuriated before?

Kyojuro seethes with muted violence. His aura is somehow dizzying, comforting. He grates out, “You would do best to keep your hands to yourself. Otherwise,” to highlight his threat, Kyojuro twists the lecherous patron’s hand at a more awkward angle, giving way to crackling bone and guttural grunts. “I will take them from you. Do you understand?”

The man in question hastily nods, scurrying out of the restaurant once Kyojuro grants him his freedom. The other diners refocus their attention, fearful of what the slayer could do to them for being nosy. You look to your savior after you’ve rediscovered your breath, spellbound by the wary look Kyojuro casts you.

“Are you alright?” Kyojuro queries, tenderly helping you stand upright. His eyes skim over you as if you’re made of glass. You nod half-heartedly. Awestruck, dumbfounded, numb. You fix your mouth to say something; anything. But before muttering a simple thanks, Kyojuro springs away from you. He rapidly blinks as if dislodging himself from a trance, a nervous chuckle at the cusp of his lips whilst he tears a sheepish hand through his fiery locks. “My apologies. I know not what came over me. Forgive me.”

He tears himself from your presence following a quick bow, disappearing behind the noren with his companion following after. Swept away as if they were never there in the first place.

<< Mistake | Masterlist

#rengoku angst #kyojuro angst #rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #my works #rengoku kyojuro #demon slayer fanfic #kyojuro rengoku #kny fanfic #kny reader insert #kny rengoku #tw: assault #tw: harassment

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lailoken · 3 years ago

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‘:Formulae:’ [Pt. 2]

“Jewell'd Waters of Radiance.

A Sacred Bath For Women; being a most excellent preparation for the rites of any sylvan goddess, nymph, female spirit or deific form. The Balneum requires generous amounts of fresh flowers, hence several hours should be allotted for gathering, being ever mindful of the spirits to be honour'd.

Leaf of Raspberry, dry. 35 g.

Rose Petals, fresh. 35 g.

Cherry Blossoms, fresh. 35 g.

Blossoms of Honeysuckle, fresh. 35 g.

Orange Flower Water. 350 ml.

Rose Absolute. 13 drops.

Let a cold infusion of the fresh blossoms be made, allowing them to steep in large seal'd vessels of well or spring water. Make a hot infusion of the Berry Leaves, with sufficient boiling water to cover. Seal in a stopper'd jar and steep for 30 minutes. When the Bath is drawn, strain the Leaf infusion decoction into the water, along with the Orange flower water and Rose Absolute. Add double the amount of Salt of Lilith to the ablution, and agitate the waters. Finally, pour in the cold infusions, leaving the fresh flowers to float freely. Let the Spirit to Be Honour'd be invoked with the Wand of Quickening, and the bath-chamber lit with candles.

Aqueum Liliya.

A lustral sacrifice for ritual conveyance of the benedictions of Lilith in her fully waxed, angelic, and tutelary lunation. The bath may be modified for succubi, nymphs, or water-spirits. All flowers should be fresh-gathered in Her name.

Petals of White Roses. 200

Blossom of Jasmine. 200

Blossom of Gardenia. 100

Blossom of Lily. 3

Blossom of Angel's Trumpet. 1

Place into the Working Basin and cover with 4 litres of cold spring water. Knead the blossoms gently between the fingers for several moments while a graven image of the Lady is silently focused upon with Eye and Heart. Let stand for three hours prior to use in a quiet, sheltered place, away from the light, with a single white candle lit for the Lady before her Idol. During the rite wherein the lustration is to be employed, the Lady should be invoked with a wand of Crooked Willow or Tamarisk, and the branch employed to quicken the florid waters. The petals should be left in the waters and the lustration sprinkled upon the crowns, brows, and palms of those who would receive the Lady's goodness.

Waters of Magnetism.

An excellent bath for increasing Charisma or one's natural Charms, ideal for attracting a mate or other sexual glamours. The Balneum may also be used prior to gambling. Owing to the seasonal nature of Cherry and Quince, the Bath is best employ'd in Spring. Cherry blossoms are rarely found at the local apothecary. Thus, one must gather one's own in Spring. One may also employ blossoms of Apple, Plum, Pear, or Peach for like effect.

Cherry Blossoms, fresh or dried. 200

Blossoms of Flowering Quince, fresh. 100

Chamomile Blossoms, fresh or dried. 100

Rose Buds, fresh. 30

Steep in enough boiling water to cover. Let the infusion sit for 10 minutes. Strain into bathwater, washing the Herb material through several times. Immerse oneself for at least 30 minutes and allow the waters to air-dry on the skin after emerging.

Lustration of Mercurius.

A bath appropriate for invoking the patron of magic, and alchymic wisdom. This Bath of the Wise grants especial gifts prior to labours of the spiritual laboratory.

Lavender Blossoms. 30 g.

Essential Oil of Lavender. 8 drops

Essential Oil of Sandalwood. 8 drops

Kosher Salt. 60g.

Epsom Salt. 60 g.

Infuse Lavender Blossoms in 1.5 litres boiling water for the space of 30 minutes. Strain and add to a 300 litre bath and stir in, adding salt and oils. For best results, soak for at least 40 minutes and drip dry afterward.

Warrior's Ablution.

A stimulating brew to lend power during confrontations with enemies, the law, or for use prior to negotiations.

Leaf of Rosemary, fresh. 70 g.

Cinnamon chips. 30 g.

Bloom of Chamomile, dry. 30 g.

Flowers of Broom. 30 g.

Add Rosemary and Cinnamon to a cooking vessel with enough water Bring to a boil, cover, and simmer 15 minutes. In a separate vessel, steep the Broom and Chamomile blossoms in 1 litre boiling water. Strain both infusion and decoction and discard Herbal material, adding the liquids to the bathwater. cover.

Earthing Bath.

For drawing stray powers back into the Corpus, centering the Mind, and subduing quarrelsome spirits.

Linden blossom, dried. 60 g.

Oak, leaves and twigs, dried and crumbl'd. 60 g.

Leaf of Wormwood. 33 g.

Infuse the Linden and Wormwood in 1.5 litre boiling water for 20 minutes. As it is steeping, simmer Oak leaves in 1 litre of water for 20 minutes. Strain both fluids into the bath tub and soak as long as is needed.

Midsummer Gold.

A Solar infusion made from traditional Herbs for washing the body and clearing and fortifying the aethyric orb.

Herb of St. Johnswort, dry. 30 g.

Herb of Vervain, dry. 30 g.

Leaf of Mugwort, dry. 25 g.

On the morning of the Summer Solstice, seal each of the Herbs in a separate steeping jar with enough water to completely fill the vessel. Allow to steep for at least four hours in the sunlight, absorbing the Solar Genius at the peak of its power. During this time of steeping, the very Fires of the Sun should be invoked and beseech'd into the Womb of the Waters of the Moon. In this conjunctio the Fruits of Our Labour arise. The exhausted plant matter is then strained out, and the resulting infusions mixed. The potentiated wash may be poured on the head while holding clear in the Imaginal Eye the Solar virtues cleansing the crown, and gradually seeping into the entirety of the aethyric orb. The wash may also be added to bathwater for extended soaking.

Floor Wash.

A general but potent Encharmed Solution for cleansing the oratory or home of Noxious Spirits or in the wake of an unpleasant event.

Leaf of Vervain, dry. 40 g.

Leaf of Sagebrush, dry. 30 g.

Leaf of Thyme. 20 g.

Root of European Mandrake. 7 g.

Steep Vervain, Sagebrush and Thyme in 1 litre boiling water, leaving to stand in an airtight jar for 7 hours before filtering. In a separate cooking vessel, add Mandrake to 400 ml. water and bring to a boil. Simmer 20 minutes. Filter and reserve liquid, burying the boil'd Root in an honourable location and with a coin and thanks. Add to Herbal infusion when it has been strained.

Purification Bath.

A relaxing bath excellent for quieting and realigning the disrupted psyche, as well as nourishing and envigorating the bastions of spiritual defence. Our Fair Decoction may be simmered longer than the 15 minutes given, up to 25. The resulting brew may be used for a cold bath as well, omitting the salts and oil.

Fir Needle. 50 g.

Atlas Cedar. 33 g.

Epsom Salt. 30 g.

Root of Valerian, chopped. 25 g.

Root of Calamus, chopped. 25 g.

Essential Oil of Sandalwood. 5 drops.

Bring 1 litre of water to a boil. Add Fir, Cedar, Calamus and Valerian. Cover and simmer for 15 minutes. Strain and add to hot bath water, along with essential oil and salt. For cases of extreme disruption, double the amount of Fir, Salt, and True Oil of Sanders.

Mist of Dispersion.

For banishing rude spirits or flocculum abomini. Mix all ingredients in 4 oz. atomizer bottle and agitate before use.

Essential Oil of Palmarosa. 5 drops.

Essential Oil of Fir. 4 drops.

Essential Oil of Juniper Berry. 3 drops.

Essential Oil of Atlas Cedar. 2 drops.

Essential Oil of Birch. 1 drop.

Water. 75 ml.

Perfumer's Alcohol or 100 proof spirit. 40 ml.

Asperge Sylvaticus.

A suitable brew for asperging brethren prior to Congregational works of sorcery. The ingenium derives from a subtil congressus of the Lord and Lady of the Desert, the Lord of the Forest, and the Lady of the Garden.

Leaf of Sagebrush, crumbl'd. 33 g.

Leaf of Douglas Fir, Larch, or Hemlocks, chopp'd. 30 g.

Leaf of Scent'd Geranium. 30 g.

Leaf of Wormwood. 5

Make a strong decoction of the Fir, Hemlock or Larch with 1 litre of water in a covered cauldron, simmered for fifteen minutes. Pour the hot decoction over the remaining ingredients in a steeping vessel and let stand seal'd for half an hour. Strain and asperge with a branch of the evergreen employ'd. Tincture of Myrrh may also be added in small amounts to enhance the cleansing virtue.

Mist of Severity.

Another Compound'd Mist for the more potent workings of Exorcism or in instances of stubborn hauntings. Mix all ingredients and store in 4 oz. atomizer bottle, shaking before use.

Essential Oil of Hyssop. 5 drops.

Essential Oil of Cajeput. 4 drops.

Essential Oil of Juniper Berry. 4 drops.

Essential Oil of Black Peppercorn. 3 drops.

Water. 75 ml.

Perfumer's Alcohol or 100 proof spirit. 40 ml.

The Viridian Broom.

A potent asperge for sprinkling, using a fresh bough of Cypress.

Sprig of Douglas Fir, chopp'd. 35 g.

Herbe of Pennyroyal, whole flowering. 35 g.

Leaves of Cypress. 28 g.

Berries of Juniper, crush'd well. 25.

Place Douglas Fir, Cypress and Juniper Berries in the Wort-Cauldron with 1 litre of water, and bring to a boil. Simmer, cover'd, for 20 minutes. Remove from Heat and add the Pennyroyal. Strain when cool.

Sorcerer's Hand Wash.

For hand-anointing prior to works of the Magical Arte. Place 11 Devil's Shoestrings, along with a slice of the very best Galangal Root, a twig of True Cinnamon, a pinch of Sweet Tobacco, and a small slice of True Mandrake in a bottle of dark glass and fill with 151 Proof Rum. Stopper, storing in a dark place. Gems or minerals sympathetic to the magician may also be added as desired.

Balneum of the Wayfarer.

A blessed wash especially for the feet prior to Sojourning forth in the Greenwood, or for such as wander long in lonely places, giving invigoration and purpose to the stride. Fresh-harvest'd Rhizome of Wild Ginger (Asarum spp.) may be substituted for Ginger.

Root of Ginger, fresh, sliced. 90 g.

Leaf of Bay, fresh. 50.

Leaf of Holy Basil, fresh. 40 g.

Make strong decoctions of the Ginger and Bay in separate vessels. Pour both over the Basil into a large Hermeticus and steep for ten minutes. Pour wash without straining into a basin and soak feet for 30 minutes prior to Sojourn.”

—

Ars Philtron:

Concerning the Aqueous Cunning of the Potion and its Praxis in the Green Arte Magical

by Daniel A. Schulke

#Ars Philtron #daniel a. schulke #traditional withcraft #grimoire #sabbatic witchcraft #sabbatic tradition #cultus sabbati #sabbatic craft #poison path

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yourdadsghoulfriend · 3 years ago

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What are some of your favorite smells?

The bonfire scent that lingers on your clothes.

Crisp apples and cinnamon in the winter, flavorful oranges and clove in the spring, bright lemons and limes in the summer, pumpkin and nutmeg in the fall.

Cedar and rosewood, especially chests that are made of them and the clothes that are carried within them.

The whisper of rain in the air that comes just before the storm.

The soft saltiness carried on ocean breezes.

The comfortable warm embrace of fresh brewed coffee.

#just to name a few #asks #anons

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mooshys · 4 years ago

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hq + the scent of amortentia

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amortentia is a love potion used in the harry potter universe to evoke a strong sense of infatuation upon the one who drinks it. the aroma of amortentia varies between people as each individual will smell what they find most attractive. essentially, these are the scents that I think the hq guys would be drawn to and/or cherish.

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sakusa ➝ laundry straight out of the dryer, eucalyptus when tied to a shower head, sliced apples, the minty scent from his favorite toothpaste brand, a new cotton t-shirt, fresh air on the first day of spring, flowering honeysuckles, white wine, the shampoo you use, fabric softener gifted to him by his friends, the vineyards he frequents during the off season

akaashi ➝ dried roses, the pages of a worn leather bound book, the initial whiff of brewed coffee in the morning, spiced cider, rain in the city, an old cashmere sweater buried in the depths of his dresser, biscotti with a dark chocolate layer, tea stained parchment, the curl of smoke right after you blow a candle out

bokuto ➝ cinnamon buns straight out of the oven, hot cocoa topped with extra marshmallows, grabbing fresh pastries from your favorite bakery, caramels topped with sea salt, vanilla buttercream whipped for a birthday cake, maple syrup poured on warm pancakes, burnt brown sugar

hinata ➝ sunblock, the ocean breeze at noon, shaved ice with strawberry syrup drizzled on top, coconut shavings and macadamia nuts, seaweed, chopped cucumbers, passion fruit mousse, shea lotion mixed with a tangerine zest, sea salt stuck in your hair

atsumu ➝ haribo peach candies, lemonade on a hot summer’s day, grass right after it’s been mowed, raspberry gelato halfway melted, ripe pomegranates meant to be shared underneath the shade, meadows of wildflowers behind his childhood home, sweet pea blossoms, champagne with cranberries dropped in, the light sweat on your skin after enjoying the day together

osamu ➝ cooked jasmine rice with a small sprinkle of salt added, slightly chilled sake, toasted sesame, chopped garlic being fried with chili oil, a pair of worn out blue jeans he can’t seem to give up, bamboo chopsticks, rising smoke from a charcoal grill, the onsen he visits with you on his days off

ushijima ➝ balsam fir in the winter, creme brûlée, wood burning in a bonfire, an old wool blanket, snickerdoodle cookies, butterscotch bourbon, dark chocolate, homemade toffee sprinkled with crushed pecans, pierogi ruskie brushed with herb butter after cooking, baked brie topped with honeyed walnuts, coffee cake

kageyama ➝ toast with a small dollop of butter spread on it, turmeric, a hand and nail cream his sister gave to him, rosemary, the seaside air when he’s on his morning run, pasta cooking in olive oil and red chili flakes, bougainvillea scaling the trellis near his apartment, mimosas sold on the street, cleaned hardwood floors

kita ➝ green tea with cuts of ginger added, persimmons picked from a local farm, the subtle scent of an orchid he bought to decorate his living room, mirin, fallen leaves during autumn, honey, daifuku mochi, sugar cane juice from okinawa, tatami floors, the cedar trees surrounding a nearby shrine he frequents, incense burning

oikawa ➝ mangos from a farmer’s market he frequents, tiger balm muscle rub, tequila with lime and salt, dulce de leche, fluffy brioche paired with a hazelnut spread, cantaloupe in the summertime, driftwood found on the beach shore, peppermint salve lingering on your lips

iwaizumi ➝ the forest air in the morning after it rains, leather on new shoes, salonpas patches, sawdust, an expensive aftershave his father gifted him before he went to university, coffee grounds, white russian poured over ice, black peppercorn, polished mahogany tables, cloves of cinnamon added to black tea, flannel sheets that have a bit of pilling after years of use

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mizutoyama · 4 years ago

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This or That - Zodiac Edition

So, @lifeofkaze tagged me to do this Zodiac This or That. As it is my rule of thumb to not reveal my zodiac sign (though if you remember when my birthday was, you know what it is), I will do all of them. Hence the separate post, since I don’t want to make the main post too long.

Aries: White or Red. Ruby or Diamond. Honeysuckle or Tiger Lily. Cinnamon or Cayenne Pepper. Scubadiving or Skydiving (neither). Puma or Adidas. Sports cars or High-end tech. Pomegranate or Grapefruit. Dragon or Hellhounds. Spicy chocolate or Ginger candles. New beginnings or Overcoming a challenge. Knight or Warrior. Winning something or Being the first to try something. Syrah or Some scotch (neither). Fire powers or Enchanted weapons. Trumpet or Drums. Aquarius or Gemini.

Taurus: Green or Pink. Malachite or Emerald. Roses or Violets. Thyme or Basil. Vanilla or Chocolate. Candles or Bath bombs (neither). Painting or Jewelry making. Seduction powers or Enchanted jewerly, treasure, or gemstones. Foxglove or Larkspur. Chocker or Medallion necklaces. Apples or Grapes (neither). Singing or Humming. Elephants or Turtles. Gardening or Shopping. Having a homebody day or Taking a walk in nature. Pinot Noir or Bourbon (neither). Precognition or Manipulating life force. Violin or Lute. Cancer or Pisces.

Gemini: Yellow or Light Blue. Tourmaline or Agate. Lavender or Lily-of-the-valley. Parsley or Fennel. Licorice or Lemon. Chess or Puzzle games. Black or White tea. Twitter or Snapchat. Butterflies or Small Birds. Riesling or Jagermeister (neither). Flute or Clarinet. Magic words or Enchanted books. Walnuts or Hazelnuts. Blogging or Private Journaling. Having a pen pal or Joining a club. Trickster-like powers/short-term illusions or Ability to manipulate electricity/technology. Aries or Leo.

Cancer: Silver or Iridescent. Moonstone or Pearl. Waterlily or Lotus Flower. Chamomile or Bay Leaves. Relaxing at home during a Rainy day or a Snowy day. Hand Mirror or Jewelry Box. Aloe or Sea Salt. White Roses or Jasmine. Frogs or Crabs. Water manipulation or Classic witchcraft. Sailing or Swimming. Twilight or Midnight. Photography or Painting. Scrap-booking or collecting. Merlot or Rum (neither). Guitar or Banjo. Healing magic or Blood manipulation. Magic Mirrors or Magic Candles. Taurus or Virgo.

Leo: Gold or Orange. Cat’s Eye or Ruby. Sunflower or Marigold. Aniseed or Elderflower. Oranges or Peaches. Dance or Theater. Cosplay or Creating Fan Fiction. Sunbathing or Hot Stone Massage. Light Magic or Magical Statues/Monuments. Saxophone or Trumpet. Chardonnay or Gin (neither). Super Strenght or a Power like Occlumency. Lions or Tigers. Being a Queen/King or Having Immortality. Being the hero or Being the headliner. Tickle or Pillowfight. Libra or Gemini.

Virgo: Navy Blue or Olive Green. Peridot or Sardonyx. Peony or Sweet Pea. Hops or Rosemary. Chess or Checkers. Carrot Cake or Fig Bar/Cakes/Cookies. Knitting or Crocheting. Grammar Checking/Quality Assurance or Critiquing a piece of work. Golf or Tennis. Buttercups or Morning Glory. Herbs magic or Earth and plant bending. Mice or Bees. Cabernet Frank or Micro-brews (neither). Enchanted Garden or Magic that can perfect skills. Bunnies or Deer. Cancer or Scorpio.

Libra: Pale Blue or Pastel Pink. Sapphire or Jade. Cabbage Rose or Primrose. Mint or Marjoram. Interior Design or Fashion. Light Kisses or Hand Holding. Yellow Roses or Daisies. Swans or lovebirds. Strawberries or Cherries (neither). Harp or Violin. Badminton or Volleyball. Air Manipulation/Bending or Finding a (friendly) genie. Scales or Feathers. Doves or Songbirds. Enhanced vision or Love potions and curses. Pinot Girls or Complex cocktail (neither). Singing or Whistling. Force field powers or Magic lanters and charms. Sagittarius or Leo.

Scorpio: Maroon or Black. Opal or Topaz. Dahlia or Chrysanthemum. Horseradish or Peppercorns. Parasailing or Deep diving. Photography or Poetry. Garlic or Onion. Hot Spring or Sauna. Necromancy or Poison Specialists. Lizard or Snake. Living on a desert island or Cabin in the woods. Bass or Guitar. Cabernet Savignon or Brandy (neither). Darkness Manipulation or Emotion Manipulation (magic). Eagle or Wolf. Paintball or Laser tag. Telepathy or Invisibility. Cactus or Joshua tree. Virgo or Capricorn.

Sagittarius: Teal or Purple. Topaz or Turquoise. Dandelion or Daffodil. Ginseng or Cilantro. Horse or Stag/Buck. Plane ride or Road trip. Learn Hindi or Learn Japanese. Ginger or Wasabi. Climbing or Snowboarding. Teleportation or Super Speed. Carnival or Circus. Sake or Tequila (neither). Duffel Bags or Suitcases. Time Manipulation or Basic Precognition. Tambourine or Triangle. Backpacking or Whitewater rafting. Aquarius or Libra.

Capricorn: Grey or Brown. Jet or Garnet. Poppy or Pansy. Sage or Wintergreen. Cello or Viola. Antique collecting or Genealogy. Pottery or Jewelry Making. Bears or Bats. The smell of Cedar or Pine. Woodworking or Metalworking. Hellebore or Hollyhock. Enhanced senses or Magical Runes. Kissing in the rain or Cuddling by a fireplace. Michael Kors or Kate Spade. Shape-shifting or Biological Manipulation. People Watching or Exploring an abandoned building. Scorpio or Pisces.

Aquarius: Neon Colors or Rainbow. Magnet stones or Boji stones. Orchid or Golden-rain. Star fruit or Coconut. Long board or Skateboard. Yoga or Tai Chi. Peacock or Owl. Aliens or Phantoms. Star Magic or Astral projection abilities. Frankincense or Myrrh. Drums or Didjeridu. Time travel or Gravity manipulation. Protest or Volunteer. Sauvignon Blanc or Absinthe (neither). Aries or Sagittarius.

Pisces: Aquamarine or Amethyst. Sea Green or Ocean Blue. Tulips or Carnations. Turmeric or Willow Herb. Surfing or Water Skiing. Ocean or River. Poetry or Painting. Dolphins or Whales. Pineapple or Watermelon. Telekinesis or Reality Warping/Illusion powers. Zinfandel or Spiked punches/lemonades (neither). Starfish or Seashells. Healing Crystals or Dreamcatchers. Psychic powers or Water bending/manipulation. Coneflower or Iris. Lighthouse or Watermill. Baby’s breath or Waterlily. Taurus or Capricorn.

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ozarkhealingtraditions · 4 years ago

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Spring is one of my favorite times of the year, especially in the Ozarks because warmer weather usually starts early. I love seeing the redbuds and dogwoods in bloom. The purple grape hyacinth and sunny yellow dandelions dot my backyard and down along the creek side the trout lilies are yawning awake after a long winter underground.

Spring is a magical time. In Ozark folk magic and healing traditions, now is the time for cleansing. We had our period of incubation and hibernation back in the winter. It’s time to rise and shine! And that means brewing up some sassafras tea and taking a dip in the cold river.

Cleansing can take a lot of forms of course, but Ozarkers love three things above all else: sassafras, red cedar, and clear water. Sassafras tea has long been used as a spring tonic to help “clean the blood,” a euphemism referring to the plant’s mild laxative properties. Externally we sweep and smoke our homes with red cedar branches to clear out any stagnant energies or entities holed up inside. And lastly, three dips into an icy cold river will do the trick to help clean away the last bits of winter from off our skin.

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#ozarks #traditional witchcraft #witchcraft #folk magic #herbalism #Ozark Folklore #ozark magic #ozark folk magic #ozark folkways #ozark healing traditions #traditional medicine #traditional healing #folklore

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on-a-lucky-tide · 4 years ago

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Prompt: Eskel/Lambert + 29 fluff (You smell fantastic) + maybe smut? 👉👈 I love the thought of one of them having a scent kink

Eskel uses meditation and scent to defuse Lambert’s temper...

“Come on, pretty boy, let’s be having it then,” Lambert snarled, squaring up to Geralt, shoulders swaying, palms spread in offer of a fight. The confrontation had been building all day. Everything about Geralt was pissing Lambert off this winter—his face, his holier-than-thou fucking attitude, his flippant disposal of people that cared for him—yeah, Geralt could fuck right off or get a broken nose. Lambert had decided to opt for the second because he wasn’t going anywhere, was he?

“Wind your neck in or I’ll break it,” Geralt growled right back, because his patience had now worn away and sometimes he said things he didn’t mean. In fact, the whole of the previous year he’d been saying shit he didn’t mean. Hard to break the habit of a lifetime.

“You think you’re so above us, don’t you? The great White Wolf, with all the songs written about your pretty white hair, followed around by yearning bardlings and pretty sorceresses and yet a bleeding heart all the same. You make me fucking sick. Someone should smack some sense into you, I’m game—,” Lambert squared up, Geralt looked ready to throw the first punch, and then Eskel arrived back from hunting grouse. He slung the birds to the floor and forced himself between his brothers, big palms thrusting out against puffed chests.

“Enough.” He growled, shoving Lambert back again when the younger wolf decided to test the line. “I said enough.”

Lambert, who knew better than to test Eskel and his capacity to decisively end a fight, backed off with a final huff. “He’s not worth it anyway.” He turned and stormed back into the keep; Eskel could practically see the dark cloud of menace and rage following in his wake.

“He’s been on one since he got back,” Geralt grumbled. Lambert’s foul mood had followed him up the Witcher’s Trail and taken up residence with them for the winter. Usually it abated after a couple of days. A few nights’ sleep, some good food and time spent in Eskel’s bed, often with Geralt on the other side, like two burly bookends surrounding him in warmth and safety. This winter he’d kept his distance; sleeping in his own bed, snarking at them during training and drinking himself into a stupor each night.

The year had been a difficult one. Lonely. Dark. Painful. Full of people that despised him, wanted to hurt him. Lambert had gone numb to protect himself from it and then padded out his buffer with anger for good measure. The news that Geralt had driven off all that Lambert craved only poured salt into an open wound. He needed reminding of what it was to feel, to be loved. Eskel took a deep breath as he plucked their dinner from the floor. “Leave it to me.”

***

Not even the steam of the hot springs eased the knots of tension in Lambert's chest. He glared at the domed ceiling and scrubbed at his skin. Nothing was shifting it. The year had been… shit. Shitter than usual. Everywhere he went people sang the praises of the White Wolf. It should've been a boon; less spit in his food, fewer cheap aldermen skimping out on payment. But it had only served to remind Lambert of what he wasn't.

Not special. Not important. Nothing worse than turning up to a village, offering to kill the beast gnawing on their women folk and see flickers of disappointment when it became apparent you weren't the famous Geralt of Rivia. And the worst part of it all? The dickhead didn't appreciate it. Geralt had people that cared for him. Loved him. And he pushed them away, he—

Fuck it.

Lambert took a bottle of home-brewed moonshine to his bedroom with the intention of getting blindingly drunk and passing out. A deep and dreamless sleep. The best kind.

The scent hit him as he opened the bedroom door; burning cedar wood underpinned the sensory overload that was the man sitting before it. Eskel knew Lambert’s weakness. The mutations had heightened all of his senses—making the world deafening, pungent, blinding, just fucking unbearable—but it was Lambert’s nose that guided him the most. His keen sense of smell allowed him to identify individual alchemical ingredients in decoctions, track any animal from miles away, smell sickness in people before they even knew it themselves…

It also made him weak for Eskel. Because Eskel’s scent was a heavenly mix of so many different notes that overwhelmed any other thought in Lambert’s head. He placed the bottle of moonshine on a low chest, closed his eyes and tilted his head back to scent the air.

Labdanum from the rockrose found around the balmy hot springs deep in the Blue Mountains, probably picked up when he was hunting harpies; vetiver from the thick, clumpy grasses that grew near the narrow rivers flowing down from the snowy ice caps from when he was hunting earlier in the day; sandalwood, citrus accords.

Eskel knelt before the fire, the backs of his hands on his thighs with his palms open towards the ceiling. All his clothes were neatly folded on the back of a chair—because when you invited yourself into someone’s room, you obviously kept your shit tidy—and the firelight highlighted the crests and curves of his muscles, grooves cast in flickering shadow. Lambert could hear each slow, deep breath beneath the crackle of the fire; the delicious aroma of his pheromones, thick and irresistible, curling beneath it all, pulling Lambert further into the room.. He was standing before Eskel before his mind even returned to cognisance.

The order was unspoken. Rich amber eyes opened lazily and rolled up Lambert’s body to his face and he pulled his clothes off—shirt shucked over his head, trousers kicked away—before sinking to his knees. This close Eskel smelled divine. It spilled through Lambert’s chest and coiled around his heart. Lambert couldn’t look away, blazing sunstone eyes settled upon honeyed gold, soft and warm, and he was certain he was viewing Eskel’s soul. Open, bear, and vulnerable. He wanted nothing more than to press himself close, burying his nose in Eskel’s hair, his chest, beneath his arms, between his thighs. Breathe him in until his scent bled out of Lambert’s pores.

One big hand left Eskel’s thigh and brought Lambert’s palm to that thick chest. Lambert could feel the heavy drum of his heart—such a big fucking heart, strong and noble—it reverberated up his wrist, thrumming through his bicep, as if it was scaling him and making itself a new home right alongside his own. They beat together. Each breath drawn as one, each pulse of warmth through their veins mirrored by the other. A cyclical exchange of love and nourishing breath as Lambert’s hand rested over the top of Eskel’s, relishing the feel of rough calluses and supple skin.

Eskel was lulling him into meditation. When a Witcher was both at rest, but alert. In tune with their body and the world around them more acutely than any other time; everything more vibrant, but somehow softer. Meditation smoothed rough edges, soothed pains and quietened tumultuous minds. Focused on Eskel’s breathing, the liquid gold of his eyes, Lambert didn’t even notice himself slip into it.

He swallowed as Eskel’s other palm rested on his chest; his thick fingers impossibly tender, caressing through soft hair, the scarred heel brushing over the hard nub of his nipple. With only a few tender touches, Lambert’s prick was already swelling between his thighs, reflected again in Eskel’s body, satin-soft skin flushing dark with blood, thick veins pressing up towards a plump, round head. Lambert knew what it tasted like, what it smelled like, how it felt as it slid over his lips and down his throat. He knew what it was like to hold it there, to have Eskel’s must vulnerable part held inside his mouth; an exchange of trust. He wanted it, but he knew he had to wait.

He knew the wait was worth it.

The hand on his chest drew away, fingertips trailing a few gentle flutters as they departed, and Eskel picked up a chipped porcelain jug. The oil inside was still warm, and Lambert gasped as Eskel poured it over his chest and shoulders. His eyes slid closed as it dribbled across his skin; he could feel the stilted progress of each bead as Eskel waited, admiring the shine of the fire across their surface. His eyes opened again and Eskel was there waiting for him, his gaze intense, focused, but knowing he was the centre of Eskel’s world in that moment made Lambert dizzy with anticipation.

Their hearts, their lungs, their thoughts—in tune. The brush of Eskel’s hands over his shoulders urged Lambert closed; he tilted his face into the curve of Eskel’s neck and breathed deeply just as skilled fingers began to massage firm circles down his back. A soft moan, barely a gasp, and Lambert rested his hands on Eskel’s thighs, kneading the hard muscle, feeling the tickle of the dark hair that coalesced in thick curls at his groin. He knew he’d be allowed soon. It was worth it.

His eyes closed again as Eskel reached his ass, still progressing in unyielding circles through the slick of oil; no one else touched him here. Eskel had to lean forward as he worked and Lambert whined quietly, lips pressed to the virile thrum of the pulse in Eskel’s neck. A brief brush over his cleft, and then Eskel was working back up his spine. “Keep breathing, really slow,” Eskel whispered, his voice so low and so husky that it trembled through Lambert’s chest long after he’d fallen silent again, Lambert’s body obeying the subtle authority unquestioningly.

Lambert felt like he was melting into Eskel’s body; their connection so close that it didn’t matter when he sat back on his heels again and presented his chest. The thick muscles undulated in Eskel’s hands, Lambert’s prick beginning to drool as his excitement began to swell higher, harder.

When Eskel reached Lambert’s thighs, he looked up to find his eyes again. Eskel’s navigation of Lambert’s body was effortless—the map of it ingrained in his memory—and he kept eye contact as his fingers massaged up the inside of Lambert’s legs. He missed his cock, a single, long bead of precome dripping from the tip onto the back of his hand, and cupped his balls instead. His palm undulated and Lambert moaned, desperate to keep his eyes level but every muscle in his torso went weak. Two fingertips pressed down his taint as the other hand curled around his shaft. A slow massage from tip to base, pressure pulsating, twisting. Damp lips parted, the pressure swelled in his stomach, the orgasm edging closer. His balls pulled tight, his breaths mere pants, and then Eskel eased off. “Nng, Eskel.”

“Just breathe.” Eskel replied, returning his attention to Lambert’s thighs, and then his balls when his cock softened slightly. It should be infuriating, but the peaks and troughs, the constant flush of renewed arousal, only heightened Lambert’s overall pleasure. Every time he drew close—the undulation of Eskel’s palm, the stroke of his fingers, the press down his taint just perfect—Eskel eased off, letting him fall back from the brink into a dull haze.

By the time two fingers circled his hole, his balls hot and heavy on Eskel’s wrist, Lambert was aching for the next stage. His body was so relaxed it opened easily to Eskel’s fingers, clenching around them gratefully as they curled and thrust, finding his sweet spot and flashing lightning up his spine. “Oh, please. I want you.”

Not to come. Not for it to end. He wanted to be joined. Wanted Eskel’s heat and energy inside him, pulsing up his spine from the tip of his cock, wanted to be swamped in his scent until Lambert didn’t exist anymore; a part of Eskel, tucked safely away in his heart, cradled and loved. Thick fingers withdrew and strong hands guided Lambert onto Eskel’s lap, their foreheads pressed together so that each could watch the other as Eskel’s prick finally sank home. Pupils blew wide, gasps stuttering through the steady rhythm of their breathing. It always felt so right. Like becoming whole again after a year of existing as mere fragments, with sharp, cutting edges. Not now though. Now everything was round, and soft, and bliss.

This was Lambert’s time. Eskel handed him control, hands stroking over his back and sides, while agile hips began to swirl and circle, dragging Eskel’s huge cock in and out of his hole at different angles. He pressed his open mouth to Eskel’s chest, sucking red, bruising marks, tasting his sweat; the citrus, the sandalwood, the vetiver and rockrose; the colours of the scents exploded behind his eyes as the pleasure lapped through him. Oranges, lemons, verdant greens and bright pinks. Lambert lapped at the hammering pulse in Eskel’s neck; the deep, indulgent moans rumbling from the thick chest in front of him a herald for the approaching storm.

Lambert’s nails left small, red trails on Eskel’s shoulders as his pace became vigorous; the head of his cock smeared through the trail of hair on Eskel’s stomach as he ground across it, following the faint grooves of abdominal muscles through his winter padding. His body sucked greedily at Eskel’s cock, unwilling to let its heat go each time Lambert lifted his hips, trying to keep them together despite the reward of having Eskel press in again; the stretch of his fat, swollen head, the grind across the pearl of honest-to-god ecstasy buried where only Eskel could ever reach.

Lambert licked the droplets of sweat clinging to Eskel’s stubbled cheek, he nosed through the damp wisps of hair falling around his ears; he snuffled, scented, kissed and licked as the rest of his body throbbed with pleasure. He only peaked when he felt Eskel come—powerful, hot pulses that flooded Lambert’s hole; he rode Eskel’s still stiff cock, lubricated further by the spend that leaked past his rim. When he came, his body pulled taut, spine arching, fingers clutching desperately.

Limbs like lead, body weak, Lambert hung from Eskel’s body as he stood and transported them both to the bed. They laid side-by-side and listened to the fire sputter in the hearth, and when Lambert’s senses returned he rolled on top of Eskel and pushed his arms above his head. He worked his way down, nose tucking into the curve of his neck, the dip of his armpit, soft kisses trailing in his wake until he was nibbling the delicate flesh of Eskel’s inner thighs. “You smell so good.”

“Mmm,” Eskel stretched languidly, clearly enjoying the worship, and expectant of what came next. Lambert nuzzled heavy balls, dark hair brushing over his lips and nose, dripping with the musk of their union. He took Eskel’s cock between his lips and held it there, eyes closed, and settled back into a blissful haze.

Half an hour later, when Eskel took his head in both hands and fucked up into his mouth, Lambert moaned and drooled and shook apart. The last remnants of bitterness dissolved in the heat, the taste, the scent of Eskel.

Tomorrow night, Geralt would join them and Lambert would take them both. He’d fuck pretty boy’s pretty mouth just like Eskel had his, and spread his thighs nice and wide, share him with Eskel all night long like a fine wine. But for now, Lambert’s entire world, everything he was, everything he thought and wanted: it was all Eskel.

#rawrkinwrites #smut #lambert #eskel #lambskel #tantric influence #eskel would totally be a tantric masseuse #he'd be really damn good at it

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